Slavery
When the stranger's came in their sailing ship's
The took us prisoner using chains and whip's
On these ships below the decks shackled with ropes
Around our necks.
We got so sick we could barely stand then we arrived
In a strange new land.
Stood in line the young and old just like cattle we
Were sold.
We could not fight or run away so in this place
We had to stay.
Working all day in the blazing sun with little food
And no chance to run.
I was a free black man and I fought with bravery
But now I'm a black man who lives in
Slavery...
Copyright © Paul White | Year Posted 2023
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